Unravel

The regal looking dark owl that stood silently on his night stand waiting patiently for him was never a good sign. It meant that his mother needed to tell him something that she thought was important, but was usually stupid. That was exactly what Draco wanted after having an amazing night of mind blowing sex, talk to his mother.


Draco,
The holidays are coming upon us and I just wanted to make sure you would be coming home this year. The house elves seem extremely bored. Please respond back immediately.

Love,
Your Mother

P.S. Lucius will be home this coming Friday.


Great little after note there mother. Lucius was coming home from Azkaban, how amazing is that. And she was such a liar, house elves don't get bored...she missed him. How fucking sweet. Draco growled out loud at the thought of being under his command again. Granger's words stuck to the inside of his head still so it wasn't hard to scrape them off and remember the poison in them, "...all you are is just some little death-eater puppet- have you ever even made a decision on your own?" She was right, fuck she was always right. Up until his father was put away he never really lived as himself. Even after the fact, Draco had no clue how to act. It wasn't normal. He was raised to obey and always answer with no questions, when his father left there seemed to be a gaping hole.


***


When she woke she realized the mattress seemed slightly less strained, guess that meant he was gone. Hermione couldn't stop the intruding thought of; ‘oh this must be what a one night stand feels like', from creeping inside her fuzzy head. There was though, a vague remembrance of him searching her room quietly, and naked she might add, for his scattered clothing. Wow a night of bliss with Draco Malfoy. She didn't want to think it was all that it was, purely a physical thing. He said words also, there were so many tantalizing words mixed in with his sexual pleasing. She guessed it was all going to depend on this morning when they met in the bathroom. The bathroom, so many memories.


And then there was that nasty acidic taste that made its way to the back of her throat as she re-thought what she just thought. What would Harry and Ron think of her? This stupid git of a wizard was not supposed to halt her life. He was a Malfoy, future death-eater, a non-Hermione kind of guy. But that was just it, he was everything she was not supposed to have or be or like or love... He was just her little dirty secret. Hermione liked the idea of having something that was just hers and nobody else’s'. A long depleted sigh left her lips suddenly, what in the hell gave her the idea that Draco Malfoy was hers.


She made her way to the conjoined room where she had to get ready to go to school. If he were in there he could act one of two ways. He could do what he always did and throw her out and lock the door until he was finished, maybe even throw a jinx or two, or he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her good morning. The latter sounded completely absurd even though all the circumstances were pointing in its direction.


Hermione mentally counted to three and pushed the door open. It looked just like it would at any other time. Draco wasn't there at all; his room door was also closed tight. At first she felt relieved that he wasn't there. She wasn't prepared for awkward small talk, or worse, utter embarrassment. A tiny part of her wanted him to be there though. What if he really was a changed person? What if really did feel something for her? She wasn't sure if she was being a stupid dumb girl or not. This was Draco Malfoy; he was probably with three other girls the same day. How dare she think that she would be special enough to dent him with her presence. How frustrating. It wasn't really like Hermione to push her problems away, but this time she just felt too tired to deal with it. Until she came face to face with the sexy blonde Slytherin she would just ignore him. Her body wasn't quite ready to agree, it seemed she felt a jolt of tingles burst through her inner thighs at the thought of him.

She was being ridiculous, so what if she wished he was in there because the feel of him in her presence made her feel more comfortable than Christmas slippers, he was just some dumb boy…who took her virginity the night before…and she was supposed to hate.

***


He knew that the only thing that should be wrestling around in his mind that Friday morning were the thoughts of Granger screaming out in ecstasy. It was just that Lucius was going to be home and that meant he had to return for the holidays or else...well there was no or else it was just that he had to. His father programmed him well from a very young age, and he would never disobey.


Draco's ears perked up when he heard the sound of running water. She was in there, naked and wet. This time the thought of her in there was like thunder straight to his groin. It didn't make him feel ill and he couldn't even fathom how he ever felt that way towards her in the first place.


He crept into the room quietly.


He could see the blurry outline of the little Gryffindor through the steamy glass door. She was gorgeous. The sponge that he was so jealous of was bright pink and rubbing small gentle circles all over her body. He couldn't take his eyes off of it as it crept down her stomach, over her plump thighs, then back up again around her neck and over her robust tits. She circled them gently and Draco noticed that she lingered there longer then one might normally have done.


Hermione couldn't help the overwhelming feelings of want for the saucy blonde. He just kept invading her mind and refusing to leave. Images of the night before sped through her mind making her rub her legs together trying to generate that same feeling he gave her. She was failing miserably. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she let her own hand make its way to her throbbing clit. A slight moan left her lips as she made her first contact with herself.


Hermione had never touched herself, she had never felt the urge to, but something was taking her over and she could not resist. She tried to do it like Draco had done the night before, light circles around the erect nub, and when that didn't suffice she rubbed harder.


Were Draco's eyes deceiving him? Was she..? She was! She was touching herself! Her quiet moans were bouncing off the walls. He watched in utter fascination as she slid one finger inside herself. She made a low gluttural sound, a sound that almost seemed pained. He had never felt so completely memorized in his life. She braced herself against the wall trying to hold herself up as the returning pleasures of last night began to swarm through her. Another finger entered her and Draco found himself beginning to inch towards his twitching member. Over the light pounding of the water Draco could hear her building moans, she was close.


All Hermione could think about was the way he touched her last night. More than anything she wanted to feel the way he made her feel again. Remembering what it looked like to see his head sliding between her legs was just enough to make her tumble over the edge. Her fingers slid in and out of her slick opening making light wet sounds that mingled perfectly with her loud crying moans of "Draco!"


He had barely touched himself and he had come over with an almost brutal orgasm. She was the most fucking beautiful creature he had ever seen. Breathing was hard to do for the next few seconds and he almost wasn't able to slip out of the room before Hermione herself had returned to Earth from her mind blowing orgasm. He smiled wickedly to himself as he sat down against the door. Any normal person would feel guilty for what they just did, but not Malfoy.


The echoed click startled Hermione and she wasn't sure which direction it had come from. Was he just in the bathroom? Shit! What if he had heard her, or seen her? Embarrassment squirmed in her stomach for a second until she realized how hot it made her feel. What the fuck was she letting him do to her?


***


Not one thought made sense that ran through his head. There was the actual life, the one where he was to follow all rules or pay the severe consequences, and then there was that dream world that Granger seemed to have sucked him into. He was so stupid to have done and said the things he said to her. It was unstoppable though. It was as if all time, space, and people had ceased to exist. The past was forgotten, the future was unthinkable, but the present was heaven wrapped in a shiny red bow. Things fell from his mouth that, looking back on it, he can't even believe came from his own insides.

Draco didn't regret it though. Not in a million years would he regret the night he spent holding her in his arms. He wished that maybe those thoughts could bring a smile to his lips, but it only just created a water fall of disturbing emotions. The word Mudblood started to become a bit foreign inside his head, but he still knew what it meant and where it belonged. It was just associating it with the amazing girl he spent that wonderful night with sounded insane. Why couldn't she have been born from a pure-blood family? She was haunting his every waking and sleeping moment. And what would Lucius say if he ever knew? Impossible. He would never even be able to find out. A small shudder ran through Draco's body for a quick moment, that punishment would be memorable.


He thought he could blow it off and convert back to how things were, before he spent the night in her bed. A jest here, a jinx there, but when the moment came and she was next to him in the Potions dungeon nothing would come out. His damn heart, that just so happened to make it's first appearance and scream that 'yes', it does really exist, would not even let him even smirk at her. He could tell she was waiting for him to say something, do something, except he was nervous and confused and so angry for feeling these so called emotions. So he did the only thing his body, heart and soul would let him do, he acted polite.

~*~*~*~

It was only a few days before the entire school would be on their way back to their families for a well deserved winter vacation and Hermione had still not had any answers about the man that would not leave her head for the life of her. She had dismissed the fact a very long time ago that something might transpire from their extremely hot tryst back in October. It would have made things easier if he had continued to be a snarky jerk like he had been in the past, but that had changed. It's not like he did a three sixty and began to fawn all over her. It was just that he was being quite the gentleman. He never once said anything remotely out of place, nor did he go out of his way to harm her or her two best friends. The only word that Hermione could come to the conclusion of describing the situation as was weird.


It was kind of nice though to have him be that way for a change. The only part that really bothered Hermione was that he did not speak. There were no words that ever left his mouth. He mostly gestured, occasionally smiled. This was not the way it was suppose to be! He should be loving her or hating her! When the day came around that people began to set down the halls with their trunks trailing behind them, Hermione felt almost boiling with rage. There should be balance, always, and this, the whole situation was absurd.


Why she was even dwelling on it made her anger enrage even more. He obviously wanted nothing to do with her, so what was the reasoning behind all the bloody school girl hounding. A question that Hermione Granger didn't know the answer to. The first one she had discovered in a very very long time. She kept on hoping she would forget the whole thing ever happened. It was alright during the day when she was occupied, but at night when she was alone..."You want me inside you when you come again...Well Love, I would love nothing better than it to be that way."

~*~*~*~*~


Christmas day was like always, fake smiles and cold hearted deception. Why the whole ordeal even took place was a blunder to Draco. Why in their right mind's would a group of people that absolutely despise one another force themselves to be together for an entire evening just because they happened to share the same last name? They were stupid, he decided. He had to go through it though. Not only was it bad enough he had to smile like he loved them and endure lectures, cheek pinching, and 'Oh! look how much you have grown!' crap, but he had to do it all while getting a death glare from his father, as if Draco might decide to blow off an important rich uncle's advice on how to invest properly. It was the same mundane ritual and he had no way around it.

***


Her little cousins kept running around the table, her mom wouldn't stop feeding everyone in the entire room, and Christmas felt snug and cozy like it always did.


Hermione's head jerked to left quickly and she heard a small "Oops!" from behind her. Mental note to self, Hermione thought, never let little girls braid your untamed hair.


"Sorry Ninny."


"It's ok Jessie," Hermione smiled. She let the little girl continue on with the mission at hand while she stared around at all the loving smiles being shared in the room, she loved Christmas.


***


After one week of being in the grand fucking mansion the walls seemed to be closing in on him a little more every time he looked up, but what was new. Every time he had to set foot back in the manor tension just seemed to grow like thick twisting vines between himself , Narcissa, and Lucius. If it were any other way though Draco thought it might be even worse. Having to actually talk to them like they were his friends? He laughed out loud at the thought of walking down to dinner to a smiling-with-love Lucius and a bustling Narcissa, sitting down to a plate full of hot steaming roast as Lucius smiles and asks, "So son, how did your day go?” Things were just like they were before the man left, except this time Lucius's mission to make Draco into a well oiled Death Eater had become extremely more harsh.


It was right after Lucius had escorted the last of the prestige family members from the mansion Christmas night when Draco remembered where his place was. Lucuis turned to him and smacked him right across the face, hard. Hard enough to make him stumble backward. Draco clutched onto the hall table and screamed in fiery rage inside his head, he forgot rule number one, never be off your guard. Was Draco expecting the newly released Azkaban prisoner to turn and say good night?


"You stupid fucking idiot boy!"


There could have been more to what the mad man was screaming but hearing was difficult when one is writhing in agonizing pain as the Cruciatus Curse is submerging over their body. There was no reasoning behind what was happening in the foyer, but there wasn't ever reason anyway. Sometimes Draco did things that weren't to his father's liking. Sometimes it was nodding at the wrong time when being spoken to, and sometimes it was trying to have his own say. Whatever it was, it always ended in this exact same way, Draco on the floor twitching and Lucius walking away like he had every reason to do so.


Lying in bed, he realized that maybe at this point it might be nice to have some one to talk to. Not necessarily about what he just had to endure, but about anything actually, anything to make his mind forget his life. His bottle of ink, quill, and parchment sat on his desk practically untouched. More words and more thoughts that he didn't even know existed, came from the end of his quill and began to spill out over the parchment. There were things like "I miss you" and "I need you." It was sealed and tied to the closest bird's leg only a second later. The words written on the neatly rolled parchment thudded against his brain brutally. Maybe a direct sign from somewhere that what he wrote should probably not ever be read by anyone. Draco grabbed the bird and threw the small rolled parchment in the trash tin before he could rethink what he was doing. A new letter was sent, but this one only had a few words scrawled quickly and harsh.


She fucking did it to him again.


Draco stared into the inky sky until the bird had been completely consumed by the night darkness.


***


Granger,
What the fuck are you doing to me?

There wasn't a name left at the bottom but there was only one person in the world that it could have been from. Hermione's heart fluttered involuntarily and she almost fell over. There was so little written but so much said. It was about time he made an appearance in her wreck of a life, the one that he managed to knot up.